[dead man]

fuck

what a trip. we came from skittles and juice
salvation army T-shirts. Velcro timberland boots
Big Red cinnamon chewing, loogie spit, the picture of youth
kiddie pool in water wingies. kick off our shoes
Capri-Sun kids in the hall, we hardly made it to school
lost ourselves for years inside a playstation 2. you're my
best friend. techdeck tony hawk we learned how to skate
between throwing rocks at taxicabs and running away
fuck. what a shame. we ran for miles in the rain
hide-and-seek tag until our ankles were sprained
circling bases. tennis balls, aluminum bats
netscape navigator, napster we're maturing too fast
how stupid is that. its hard to paraphrase the beauty we had
awash in innocence and arrogance and viva la bam. there was
no chance. we only watched our folks and followed example
smoked our stolen Parliaments and coughed in our hands
balled into fists. palm sweats, another malt liquor binge
our footsteps to the corner must be carved in cement
borrowed and begged. dollars and cents. Vicodin trance
your ma was smoking black tar. the apartment was trashed.
we were 12 and a half. making castles in sand
now we're 21 and living in a Heineken can
talking fast, frantic energy and stereo bass
spirits in our flask to keep them spirits away
wait, i'm serious, wait. hey
don't die on me now
i need you to light this. hey
i think he's out.

just let him go